Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

J Chapter 92: No One Else But You 75% As I stepped out of the bathroom, Gabriel was leaning against the desk, his phone in hand, looking devastatingly sexy in a crisp black shirt with the top few buttons undone. His attention was fixed on his phone -until he looked up.

The moment his eyes landed on me, his entire demeanor changed.

Shock. Hunger. Possession.

I expected this reaction. I knew he'd lose it when he sawin this dress.

His gaze dragged over me-slow, piercing, scorching hot. His jaw clenched. His phone slipped out of his fingers and thudded on the table.

skin.

"My sweet..." His voice was rough, dark. He stalked towardlike a predator, his eyes locked on my The intensity of his stare alone sent a delicious shiver through me.

"You look absolutely breathtaking," he murmured, reaching for me. His fingers trailed along my collarbone and then over the sheer fabric that hugged my curves. His touch grew bolder as he let his hand wander just above my hip. "Your skin and this dress... it's as if they were made for each other." Then, his expression hardened, as if something unpleasant had just clicked into place. His fingers flexed against my waist.

11:21 Fri, 21 Feb Chapter 92: No One Else But You "Don't tellthis is what you're wearing to the club." I tilted my chin, meeting his gaze defiantly. "It is.". "It is." His entire body went rigid. "Hell no, Clairessa." His voice was lethal. "Tellthis is just for me. That you're not stepping out in that." 759 I patted his chest lightly, trying to reassure him. "Gabriel, don't be ridiculous. I spent nearly an hour in the bathroom, so of course this is what I'm wearing." He let out a dark chuckle, shaking his head before dragging his fingers through his hair. "Oh no, you're surely trying to test my patience.” His eyes glanced back at me, blazing with possessive heat.

I folded my arms and raised my lips in a stubborn smile before putting sspace between us. "I thought you'd love the dress." His gaze roamed over my body, darker this time. "Don't getwrong-you look fucking gorgeous. Sexy a sin." His hand fisted at his side. "But no. You're not wearing that out." "Why not?" I feigned innocence.

He closed the little space between us, his fingers tracing up my thigh, slipping beneath the scandalously high slit. "Because you're practically naked," he rasped. "I can see your nipples through this excuse of a dress." His thumb brushed against my peak, makingshudder.

I gasped, gripping his biceps, and a wicked smirk curled his lips when he felt how hard it was.

2/5 Fri, 21 Feb Chapter 92: No One Else But You 75% "See?" he murmured, lips teasing the sensitive spot just below my ear. "I felt that. And if I can, so can every bastard in that club." I swallowed hard. "So what if they can see?" I challenged, though my body trembled from his touch. "They can't touch-" "That's not the damn point, Clairessa," he growled. His grip tightened, yankingagainst him. The solid press of his body left no doubt about how much this was affecting him. "You're mine. My woman. I refuse to let other men devour you with their eyes like you're up for the taking." A slow heat pooled in my belly at the possessiveness in his voice. But I wouldn't let him win that easily.

"You're being tic." I teased. “No one is taking me.” I squared my shoulders. “And about the dress, I'm still wearing it." "Like hell you are," he bit out, his tone tight with restraint. "This is like wearing almost nothing." His gaze dropped lower. "Your thighs are out-hell no." He let out a hard breath. "This dress is a damn invitation." I flipped my hair back, refusing to back down. “Raquel picked this dress for tonight," I retorted evenly. "And I'm wearing it for myself-to feel beautiful. For you to admire, not dictate or make unfounded insinuations." His fingers gripped my chin, tilting my face up to meet his fierce gaze. "Clairessa, you belong tonow. That means I have a say in your entire life-including what you wear." I rolled my eyes. "Controlling much?" "Yes, Clairessa, I'm fucking controlling." His lips brushed lightly against mine, sending a rush of warmth through me. "I've never hidden it." C C 3/5 11:21 Fri, 21 Feb 0.75% Chapter 92: No One Else But You I smirked, secretly thrilled by the jealousy burning in his eyes for men I hadn't even met. "Well, I'll be with you, won't I?" His expression turned deadly serious. "That's beside the point. I'm not letting strange men gawk at my woman. That's final."

I turned to the mirror, running my hands down my curves. He was right-the dress was scandalous. Sheer in places that left little to the imagination, hugging my body like a second skin. But I felt powerful in it. Confident. I met his gaze in the reflection, pouting slightly. "I promised Raquel I'd wear it. She'd be disappointed."

"Raquel clearly doesn't give a damn about my sanity." He let out a deep breath, his hands gripping my waist from behind. "You think I'm just going to let you walk into that club looking like this? With every unhinged bastard in there drooling over what's mine?" I relaxed into his touch, my head resting against his chest as we both stared at my reflection in the mirror.

"You said it yourself... I'm yours," I whispered. "Let them drool over what they can't have." His lips nuzzled against my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

I turned to face him, holding his hands. “Gabriel, I don't want to disappoint Raquel on such a special day for her and Sergio." Gabriel growled low in his throat. "Your guilt is rippingapart, huh?" His hand skimmed up my thigh, pushing the fabric higher, his touch setting fire to my skin.

11:22 FM, 21 Feb 0 Chapter 92: No One Else But You I sucked in a breath, my fingers curling into his shirt. "Gabriel, just for tonight." ☐☐ 375%

His lips brushed my ear. "Only for tonight, he murmured, his fingers tracing the curve of my waist, sending heat coursing through me.

The friction of his chest against my hardened nipples sent a wave of need crashing over me.

"Only because it's Raquel's engagement," he added, his voice husky.

Then his hands slid lower, cupping my ass, pushingagainst his hard length.

to his.

"You're mine. Remember that." His voice was deep, possessive. His fingers tilted my chin, forcing my gaze My breath hitched. "I'm yours," I whispered, pressing my palm against his chest. "No one else but you."